i remember the moment i fell in love with making jewelry. i had just become a goldsmith’s apprentice and one morning as i sat at my bench filing a gold ring, i looked up towards the open window and saw the santa fe sun illuminating the gold dust that was suspended in the air floating ever...so...slowly.... i felt for one moment like i was suspended also, a little particle of gold dust. the moment passed, but it left me with a greater admiration for the metals I use in all of their forms. i still stare in wonder at gold or silver as it melts into a glowing liquid and then becomes solid again. before making jewelry, i thought of metal as hard but i have now become acquainted with its many manifestations. i know that what is hard is also soft, what is solid can also be fluid. i am reminded that potential is often veiled by appearance.
this is true with water as well – it holds surprising power in its fluidity. i’ve been contemplating water lately, offering daily gratitude for it. it’s summertime in texas already and we're sweatin' it out in the summer sun. i'm thanking my lucky stars that i’m in austin just a hop, skip, and a jump from fresh, clear water.
we have barton springs, an enormous natural pool down the street - she’s a real beaut. she covers 3 acres, is fed from underground springs and is about 68 degrees year round. when we get the chance, we frolic there in the daytime and do laps under the stars at night. our other option is just a few blocks away in the greenbelt – 809 treasured acres of green tucked in the middle of town. limestone cliffs tower all around it and hike and bike trails meander through it, but in my opinion, the swimming holes are the crown jewels – little pleasure havens dotted throughout the greenbelt that beckon on sizzling afternoons. there isn’t always water in the greenbelt so when it’s there, we rejoice.
i carry a heaviness around with me these days as my thoughts frequently return to the oil spill in the gulf - the tainted water, the departed souls, the wounded ocean life. As the oil continues to spill, i am reminded that water is precious - more precious than gold.